Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave
Like the sin of humans,
One could be right to say,
”it has been caused from the onset!.”
Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.
The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived today?.” with all professional smiles on leaving the room,
The room, now marked, crime scene.
The room, where Mr Locke my Boss, had used as office for almost a decade now.
Shaking my head this way and that, I said, NO.
The firmed locked from the inside window said same thing, same way do the calmed environment/making it a puzzle how its occupant made the journey to the great beyond on the lift of a supposed murderer without a runway of hassle.
Autopsy said he was strangled to death, the camera sees nothing of such, nor does the bodyguard of the vicinity, I.
After weeks of futile investigation, he was buried alongside all hopes to finding the killer and I lived to worry no more about a bossy Boss with eyes for their subordinates’ wives.
NB: Meet me in my grave to share how the murder happened, for I had sworn to take the secret to my grave if God will help me keep the mind of the Dectatives from checking the gloves in the Waste bin at the office.
What a journey! And the twist at the end is great. Thank you for sharing this!